Page 53 of Shadow

“Thanks.” I said, hearing someone knock on the front door. Getting up from my bed, I walked over to the window and looked outside to find a motorcycle parked next to mine.

Narrowing my eyes, I muttered, “Got company. Will call you later.”

Hanging up before my brother could argue, I walked over to my nightstand and grabbed my gun.

Quickly checking the clip, I left my room and slowly walked down the hallway when I heard Whisper say, “I said. I won’t hurt you, little dove.”

“No, but I will if you don’t get the fuck away from my sister,” I growled from the hallway, as I pointed my gun right at Whisper. He eased Faith and Angel behind him as if I was a danger to them. The only one in danger was the fuck putting hands on my sister.

“We need to talk,” Whisper said flatly, narrowing his eyes.

“About what?”

“I know what Kansas wants you to do.”

“Really?” I said, cocking my gun. “And what’s that?”

“Maybe Faith and I should leave you two alone,” Angel said, grabbing my sister’s hand.

“Please,” Whispered replied. “I meant no disrespect.”

Yeah, and I owned beachfront property in the Mojave Desert. He was one of the fuckers that wanted me dead. I wasn’t stupid. If he fucking knew anything, he would have already tried to kill me.

No. He was here for something else.

Not moving an inch, I clearly ordered, “Angel, please take my sister into the kitchen.”

“Zeke, no,” Faith said, moving around Whisper to step in front of him protectively. “Put the gun down.”

“Faith,” I growled. “Move.”

Whisper sighed. “It’s okay, little dove. Go with your brother’s woman.”

Faith looked from him to me before nodding as Angel led her out of the room.

“You’ve got balls coming into the home of a known killer. Give me a good fucking reason for not putting a bullet in your head.”

Whisper held up his hands, then slowly reached into his cut, removing his phone before laying it down on the coffee table. “I remembered everything the week leading up to the massacre and the days after. I wrote it all down. Jinx wasn’t the only one who thought something was off. I would have said something, but I was just a patched member. Not an officer.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit. If you had reservations about anything, you could have talked to Kansas.”

“You’re right,” Whispered agreed. “I could have, but I didn’t have any evidence. Just a gut feeling. When Monk started acting out, I started paying attention again. Got love for the brother, but when he challenged Kansas in church, I knew he’d gone too far.”

“You left with the rest of them. I was fucking there.”

“Yes, I did, but not for the reason you think.”

“Then explain it to me.”

“After Monk fled church, I followed him. Thought he was going to see his sister. A sister none of the club brothers have ever met. Only, that’s who I saw,” Whisper said, pointing to his phone.

Keeping my gun aimed at him, I walked over to the coffee table and looked at the picture he had shown on his phone. Frowning, I lowered my gun before picking up the phone.

“What the fuck is this?” I asked in disbelief.

“That’s what I want to know,” Whisper added. “Can you explain to me why Monk is talking to Federal Agents?”

Taking a seat, I laid my gun on the coffee table, then zoomed in on the picture. I ignored Whisper as he took a seat across from me.

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